Super Duper Poetry Vol. 1 February 2015 | Page 12

Roses

Picturing
 the
 pricks
 that
 slide

across
 my
 fingers.

Your
 touch
 is
 warm

like
 your
 gaze.

I
 could
 stay,

looking
 deep
 into
 those
 wonderful
 green
 eyes
 forever.

Standing
 in
 the
 same
 place
 with
 you,

is
 not
 standing
 still.

By
 Shannon
 McDonald

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